Dec. 13th, 2008

maevele: (rahm demise)
I kill husband now.


He took the kids out so I could clean the kitchen and slack, and went to best buddies house. Calls me to ask if best buddy could have a sleepover with boykid. Why not, as long as best buddy doesn't fucking hit anyone this time. He takes them out to eat, and then calls to warn me he let them have pop, so don't plan on making cookies or anything, because they hit their sugar limit, and the boys have a new favorite pop. "Mr Pibb XTRA" which is like, dr pepper flavored JOLT. "Xtra" as in "EXTRA FUCKING CAFFIENE! SURE, LET THE 7 AND 9 YEAR OLDS DRINK FUCKDAMNCRACK, WHYDON'TYOU? " He didn't understand why I was laughing and swearing at him on the phone.

So now, yes, they will be SCREAMING HOWLER BUTTMONKEYS OF FUCKING PUNCHY DOOM.
WTF, HUSBAND???!!

/cries
I can't get drunk while someone else's kid is sleeping over, can I?
maevele: (Default)
A shot of whiskey, some old NIN and some new Amanda Palmer, and now I'm the good kind of angry and my kitchen is clean.

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